CHAPTER 10

When everything is lonely, I can be my best friend.

"How did you..." I trailed off when he looked back at me and turned front, hugging his knees and playing with the water. I knew I was lying but I needed to cheer him up. He was better off not sad.

"How did you know?" I asked again after clearing my throat. I folded my arms and watched as Storm began to play with the plants.

"You're so noisy for a stalker. I could hear your footsteps and heavy breathing. Plus you don't need to act dumb, it's not required," he said and I rolled my eyes and sat close to him, hugging my knees too.

"So..." I trailed off and he glared at me. The swell on his eyes had reduced and the color was now a shade of purple. I smiled at the blue shirt he wore. We kind of matched.

"I told you to stay away from me," he snapped and I glared at him. I wasn't in the mood to get rejected by him again.

"Yesterday, you said something about pain. What did you mean?" I asked him and he looked down. I could sense fear in his body reaction. It made him look more vulnerable.

"It's none of your business," he told me and I frowned. Why was he so hard to talk to?

"Did someone else inflict pain on you?" I asked, choosing my words carefully. The thought of someone hurting him made me want to kill.

"I said it's none of your damn business. Don't you get it, I don't wanna talk to you!" He yelled and my hand twitched in anger. I was done letting this boy talk to me without respect. He needed to know his fucking place. I brought out my knife and pushed him on his back, hovering over him as I straddled him. Ignoring the butterflies that roamed all about in my abdomen.

"Listen here pretty boy," I started pressing the knife to his neck and smirked at his reaction. His eyes were wide in fear and chest rose and fell speedily. "You don't get to talk to me that way. You know me don't you? You know what I can do? You need to know your fucking place. I ask you a question, you answer alright?" I asked and he stared at me with wide eyes. I felt like I had done something wrong but at the same time, my ego needed a day out.

"You're just like him," he whispered and I looked at him with confused eyes, "You're like all of them. I thought you would be different. You're a psycho, a monster!" He screamed and I blocked my ears with my hands thinking I would stop hearing those words but I couldn't.

"Stop!" I screamed at him. It hurt hearing those words from him.

"You killed people, you're not different," he continued and I stared at the tears falling from his eyes. He began to scratch his wrist with force and I got up from him.

"Get away! Get out! I don't wanna ever talk to you! You can kill me for all I care because that's what you do and guess what? I don't care!" He screamed and I frowned. My eyes were hot from the rage dripping off me but I couldn't just hurt him. It wasn't in me to see him hurt, especially because of me.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." I told him slowly, hoping he would understand I wanted to get close to him and he shook his head crying.

"Go away. I don't need anyone's pity. Leave!" He yelled and I picked Storm and stormed out of the place. My steps were hard and angry. There was a full ache in my chest. I felt hurt, not the first time but this was different. All I wanted right now was to bury my head on my pillow and cry.

I opened the door and slammed it shut, ignoring their presence as I got to my room and locked it. I dropped Storm and paced my room to and fro.

It hurts so much. I shouldn't have tried at all. I should have left him to keep on hurting. After all, I was left alone to hurt in the asylum. No one came to care for me, especially when my best friend died.

I stared at the knife in my hands and threw it on the floor. I glanced at the small flower vase and threw it down. How dare he? How dare he call me a monster? He didn't know who a true monster was. The true monsters were the doctors at the asylum. The electrocution, the underwater therapy, the trauma therapy. The chain therapy, the box therapy. Everything they did to me never got erased from my mind. Those were the true monsters.

I just wished I could punish him, make him pay severely for what he said. If he called me a monster, then I needed to prove to him how monstrous I could be.

I laid on my bed and cursed at the lone tear that fell from my left eye. If only he answered me, this wouldn't have happened.

"Rage," dad knocked on my door and I wiped the tear, only for more and more to fall. The tears were hot and betraying. The only time I cried was when I was whipped on my back for stabbing a doctor.

"Go away." I croaked out and buried my face on my pillow. I didn't want to face anybody right now.

"I'm coming in." I heard him and I sat upright as he opened my door slowly. I opened my mouth to ask but he beat me to it.

"Spare key," he dangled the key in front of me and kept it in his pocket and I rolled my eyes through the tears.

"Who hurt you?" He asked and I shook my head. I wasn't going to talk to him about what happened.

"No one." I replied and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Was it the Cutie that Lee was talking about?" Dad asked and my eyes widened. One of the many reasons why I never liked to talk to Aunt Lily. She had a really big mouth.

"He's name is Ginger." I replied and dad looked confused. Shit.

"Ginger?" He asked and I laughed at myself admist tears.

"Callum, I call him Ginger " I replied and he mouthed an 'o'  and smirked.

"You gave him a nickname aye?" Dad teased and I rolled my eyes. I glanced at my laptop. It had an incoming video call on Skype and I answered.

"Harriet!" Wesley and Wilson screamed and my smile brightened as I wiped the tears off my face.

"Hey boys." I greeted after blinking the inner tears off my eyes.

"We missed you. Mom grounded our phones so Wesley got a laptop as a gift from best in math quiz and we hid it from mom." Wilson explained and Wesley blushed and flipped Will over his head.

"I missed you too." I told them and Wilson stared behind me with narrowed eyes.

"Is that our daddy?" He whisper asked and I stared at dad who's eyes were on them and his body stiff.

"Yup." I nodded and they grinned.

"Hi daddy!" They screamed and dad got close to my laptop with teary eyes so I left them both to bond.

I got closer to the wall beside my bed and brought out my marker.

Ginger made me cry.

I wrote and continued to watch dad and his sons got to know each other. I knew that I shouldn't give up on Ginger, but he needed to know that my ego won't let me.

Ginger can be so mean.